Here we were, outsider another hockey arena, trying to figure out what to do after our planned dinner destination didn’t pan out. It was not lost on me that I dug up and posted an old blog entry about this very topic, and how a last-minute change-up in dinner plans turned what should have been […]Read more "This Time It Was Different"
I was a little sad and angry and hurt Monday morning. All the feel-good moments, and there have been lots of them of late, don’t temper those feelings when anxiety arrives and denies my son a good night’s sleep, the simple and richly deserved reward for another day spent following his routines, pursuing his goals, […]Read more "Born To Resist"
Back in October, when the NHL season was still ripe with possibility, Ryan and I went to the San Jose Sharks’ morning skate at Prudential Center as guests of the team. We were there so Ryan could attend practice and visit the players for the second time in a matter of months. While we were […]Read more "A Couple of Hockey Lifers"
“We could have used you out there tonight,” the man said to my son, calmly and genuinely, grabbing his hands as he did so, to be sure he was capturing Ryan’s attention. “I think you might have gotten us that extra goal we needed.” A smile crossed Ryan’s face. “I think I would have,” Ryan […]Read more "A Moment Spent, A Memory Created"
“Hockey won’t hold still for a portrait.” The words are not mine, but they echo in my head as if they were. I am trying to force myself to take a mental picture of all that we are experiencing, so that I may remember it forever. So that I may capture and describe it later. […]Read more "Making Hockey Hold Still"